Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 06

Her Suicide Note Blamed Me, So I Called the Police for an Autopsy Chapter 06

When the estate office computer was projected onto the screen set up in the cemetery, Mara

could barely stay on her feet.

Inside the folder, the document sat quietly.

Sarah’s Suicide Note – Final Version.

The words final version were like a slap across everyone’s face.

Lydia still wanted to speak.

The officer spoke first.

“Open it.”

The officer who had sealed the computer clicked on the document.

The screen lit up.

The first page showed the same lines I had seen tonight.

Erin Grayson forced me out of the industry.

Erin forced me to leave Ryan.

If I die, please do not blame Ryan.

The cemetery was so quiet we could hear each other breathe.

The officer continued checking the document properties.

“Created three days ago.”

“Last modified tonight at 10:17 p.m.”

I raised my eyes.

Sarah’s livestream went black at 9:58 p.m.

That meant nineteen minutes after her so-called fall, this suicide note was still being edited.

Mara’s body swayed.

Ryan’s face also darkened.

I looked at the screen and laughed softly.

“Sarah supposedly jumped at 9:58.”

“The suicide note was still being edited at 10:17.”

“So did she die, or did she come back from the dead to work overtime and finish accusing

me?”

No one answered.

The officer continued pulling up version history.

The first version had only a few lines.

Sarah said she wasn’t in a good state and wanted to leave Los Angeles.

She said she didn’t want to be trapped by cameras and public opinion anymore.

She said she hoped no one would look for her.

I was not in it.

The name Erin Grayson wasn’t in it.

There was no mention of me driving her to death, forcing her out of the industry, or Ryan.

The second version added Ryan.

She wrote:

Ryan, I am sorry. I can’t hold on anymore.

Do not look for me.

Do not blame anyone.

There was still no me.

Not until the final version.

Three whole new paragraphs had been added.

Every one of them pointed straight at me.

Erin said that as long as I was alive, she and Ryan would never have a future.

Erin had people take away my charity endorsements and ruin my name.

Erin, I am giving Ryan back to you. Can you please let me go?

Mara’s breathing grew faster and faster.

I looked at her.

“Nice edit.”

“The first version was about leaving Los Angeles.”

“The second version was saying goodbye to Ryan.”

“The final version turned into me driving your charity goddess to death.”

Mara’s lips trembled.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be so quick to say that.”

I looked at the bottom right of the screen.

“We haven’t checked the editing account yet.”

The officer clicked the login records.

The account name appeared.

Mara closed her eyes.

It was not Sarah.

It was an internal account from the public relations team of the Hall Charity Foundation.

The login email domain belonged to the Hall Group.

The last login device was Hall Estate Office Computer No. 3.

Login user: Mara Beck.

The cemetery went silent.

Lydia was the first to look at Mara.

“Mara!”

Mara’s shoulders shook. She suddenly lifted her head.

“It wasn’t me…”

Ryan cut her off coldly.

“Think carefully before you speak.”

Those words seemed to snap something inside Mara.

Her whole body started shaking.

“Think carefully?”

“Ryan, I thought carefully a long time ago.”

“Who reviewed Sarah’s charity press releases for the past three years?”

“Who signed off on the Vancouver recovery center publicity?”

“Now that something went wrong, you want me to carry it alone?”

Lydia snapped, “Shut up!”

But Mara seemed completely broken.

She pointed at the screen, crying until her face twisted.

“I edited the final version of the note.”

“But Sarah told me to do it!”

She pointed at Ryan, her voice cracking.

“She said that if a sharp woman like Erin returned to the Hall family, she would investigate the Vancouver project! The losses in that project are too obvious!”

“She said as long as Erin carried this death on her back, even if it only stained her name, the

Grayson family wouldn’t dare touch the Hall Charity Foundation again.”

Mara’s voice broke down.

Ryan’s face changed, dark and ugly, as if a mask had been ripped off.

I looked at him.

“The Vancouver project.”

The officer looked at me.

“Ms. Grayson, do you know about this project?”

“Yes.”

I said.

“The Vancouver treatment center is a Hall Charity Foundation project. It’s also the first

account Grayson Medical Group planned to audit.”

Ryan said coldly, “That’s only normal business audit work.”

“Really?”

I looked at him.

“Then why did you keep refusing to let me touch it?”

“Why did Sarah’s studio and Mara’s PR company both receive money from that project?”

Mara’s face was deathly pale.

Lydia’s eyes began to avoid mine.

“You used patient privacy to block me before.”

“Now it seems you weren’t protecting privacy.”

“You were hiding a dirty business problem.”

The officer asked, “Ms. Grayson, do you have related materials?”

“I do.”

I took out my phone and pulled up several files I had already backed up.

“Sarah’s studio and Mara’s PR company both received payments from the Vancouver

treatment center.”

“The reason listed was charity promotion and reputation management.”

“The money went out.”

“But the project records were empty.”

“The Hall family kept refusing to give me the complete records.”

Ryan stared at me.

“So you were investigating the Hall family all along?”

“I was investigating a project I was supposed to take over after the marriage.”

I looked back at him.

“Ryan.”

“You always said I was too strong, too aggressive, that I even wanted to measure charity with

ledgers.”

“Now it seems that if I had investigated any later…”

“This ledger would have been covered with my life.”

Ryan’s throat moved.

But this time, he did not even tell me to stop.

Mara suddenly panicked.

“I didn’t take the money.”

Lydia shot to her feet.

“Mara, have you lost your mind?”

Mara cried and shook her head.

“I haven’t.”

She looked up at me. Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Why aren’t you crying?”

“Ryan pushed you down in front of the cemetery. Outside were fans and media.”

“Everyone was saying you drove her to death.”

“Why didn’t you explain first? Why didn’t you beg Ryan to believe you?”

“Why did you call the police and demand a medical examiner right away?”

I looked at her and said nothing.

Mara waited for my reaction.

When she got none, she finally lowered her head and covered her face.

The officer had already ordered the document and account records secured.

At the same time, he notified the relevant departments to pull information on the Hall Charity

Foundation’s Vancouver project.

Lydia could no longer sit still.

“You can’t investigate it!”

Her voice was too sharp.

Everyone looked at her.

Realizing she had lost control, she immediately corrected herself.

“I mean, the charity foundation involves a lot of patient privacy. It can’t be investigated

casually.”

I looked at her.

“Mrs. Hall, we are only investigating the foundation’s finances. Why are you so nervous?”

Lydia’s hand, which had been gripping the coffin, slowly pulled back.

Ryan finally spoke.

“The foundation issue ends here.”

I looked at him.

“Ends here?”

“Or ends after you clean everything up?”

His eyes were dark like a storm.

“Erin, the foundation can be investigated later.”

“Now is not the time.”

“Then when is the time?”

I asked.

“After Sarah reaches Vancouver under a new identity?”

“Or after the Grayson family, as a partner, backs down because my name is ruined and gives

up its audit rights, so you can keep covering the foundation’s losses?”

He was silent.

I walked toward him, step by step.

“Ryan.”

“You can say you did not know about the final version of the suicide note.”

“But you knew she was going to Vancouver.”

“You knew the coffin had to be sent away before the police got involved.”

“And you knew that the Vancouver ledger couldn’t fall into my hands.”

At last, a crack appeared in his eyes.

I stared at him and said, word by word, “So you are not innocent.”

Ryan did not argue.

On the screen, Sarah’s Suicide Note – Final Version was still open.

No one dared call it a real suicide note anymore.